I Delivered The Baby Of My Husband’s Mistress

On my first day at a new hospital, I treated a pregnant woman in critical condition. With the nurses’ help, we stabilized her condition and safely delivered her baby. As soon as she could speak, she reached for her phone. Her voice was filled with pride as she said, “Honey, I gave birth to a son!” The voice that came through the speaker made me freeze. “Baby, you’re amazing!” Those few words were enough to send me spiraling into despair. I had known that voice for ten years. It belonged to my husband, Liam Stretton. Chapter 1 “Dr. Quayle! Dr. Quayle!” A nurse’s voice pulled me back to reality. She nodded toward the new mother. “The patient has a question for you.” I looked over at the hospital bed. She was young and showed little sign of fatigue, even after giving birth. “Doctor, is my son healthy?” she asked anxiously. I suppressed the bitterness inside me and gave a slight nod. “So far, everything looks fine.” I glanced at the patient’s wrist tag and noted her name was Bianca Dane. At my confirmation, Bianca’s cheeks flushed with excitement. “Where is my husband? He should be here by now! I’m telling you, he’s very rich. He’s almost forty and still hasn’t had any children. He’s going to be over the moon!” The more she spoke, the heavier my heart felt. No sooner had the delivery room door opened than Liam Stretton rushed in, still out of breath from the trip. “Doctor, where is Bianca Dane?” The woman on the bed lit up and said sweetly, “Honey, I’m here!” I stood beside them. Even though I was fully covered in surgical attire, I wondered if he might recognize me. I initially thought about hiding behind the nurses, but I quickly realized I was overthinking it. Liam’s gaze never even reached me. He only had eyes for the baby and Bianca. I watched him coldly as he carefully lifted the baby and studied him closely. “This kid looks just like me,” he said. He turned to Bianca, beaming with joy. “Baby, I bought you a villa as a reward. Also, here’s the five-carat diamond ring you wanted.” “Honey, you’re the best!” The light caught on the diamond ring. Its sparkle stung my eyes. They talked as if no one else existed, while the nurses nearby whispered to one another in envy. “He bought her a villa just for having a baby! That’s seriously rich.” “He’s an older man with a younger woman, so you can’t be sure she’s his wife.” “Even if she’s his mistress, she still came out on top. These days, some wives don’t have as good a life as mistresses.” I could not take it anymore. I turned and fled back to my office. After removing my mask, surgical gown, and cap in a daze, I sat down. Without warning, tears streamed down my face. The more I wiped them away, the more they came. I covered my mouth, but muffled sobs still slipped through my fingers. By the end, I was dry-heaving. I had not even had a chance to eat before I had rushed into Bianca’s emergency delivery, only to realize in the end that I was a fool. I had personally delivered the child of my husband’s mistress. Nothing could have been more ironic. I picked up my phone with trembling hands to order some takeout. But I accidentally ended up calling Liam, who was my emergency contact. It rang, but I quickly hung up. By the time my food arrived, Liam still had not called me back. He used to pick up almost instantly. Even when he was busy at work, he would call me back right away. Maybe someone else had taken my place in his heart. I had no appetite, but I still forced myself to eat. Even after my marriage fell apart, I had to keep working. Chapter 2 When I finally dragged myself home, utterly exhausted, I found the lights still on and Liam in an apron. “You’re back so late. I made your favorite food,” he said. I froze. The image of the perfect husband in front of me overlapped with the man lifting the newborn earlier that day. “Darling, what are you doing just standing here? Are you exhausted? Maybe you should quit your job and stay home to enjoy life a little.” I turned away and bent down to untie my shoes. “We don’t even have kids. What would I do at home if I quit my job?” He came over and hugged me. “Then, let’s have one.” I caught a faint milky scent. As an obstetrician-gynecologist, I was all too familiar with the smell of breast milk. Pain surged in my chest. “Liam, have you forgotten that I had my fallopian tubes removed for you?” He stiffened, then let out an awkward chuckle. “I was just kidding.” I pushed him away coldly. If not for what had happened that afternoon, I might have believed him. Back when we were still in university, neither of us had much life experience. All I remembered was how captivating he looked beneath the moonlight one night. “Baby, I’ll take care of you.” After the heat of the moment passed, the two lines on the pregnancy test left us stunned. As graduation was just around the corner, I tested the waters and asked, “What if we keep the baby?” Liam’s expression darkened immediately. “We don’t even have jobs! How can we raise a child? Besides, I hate kids. Staying child-free sounds a lot better.” He took my hands and said earnestly, “You’re going to be a doctor. With a child, you won’t have the energy to focus on your career.” Back then, I was still interning at the hospital, and I was always exhausted. After agonizing over it, I ultimately gave up the baby, despite how badly I wanted to keep it. I even went as far as having one of my fallopian tubes removed because he wanted us to stay child-free. If I could go back in time, I would slap some sense into my younger self. How foolish I was! The house was filled with the aroma of food, and the warm yellow light gave the room a comforting, dreamlike feel. This was exactly what I had always imagined a home to be. I closed my eyes. When I opened them again, I had made my decision. “Liam, let’s get a divorce.” I slipped the plain silver ring off my ring finger and handed it to him. Liam froze. “You want a divorce?” he asked in disbelief. His tone softened. “I know I’ve been really busy lately and haven’t paid enough attention to you. I’ve been so busy, but I still make time to cook for you.” I wanted to ask him whether he truly cared about me, or if this was simply guilt-driven compensation for a mistake. I turned and went into the bedroom to pack. Every time I put something into the suitcase, he took it back out. He tried to kiss me, but I turned away. He tried to hold me, but I resisted. The ringing of his phone finally broke the silent struggle between us. Liam glanced at the caller ID and instinctively looked at me. “It’s work,” he said. I scoffed. In the past, he had never hidden work matters from me. He would say, “You’re my wife. There’s no hiding things between us, even if it’s company secrets.” A few minutes later, he said casually, “Something came up at the company. I have to leave on a business trip. Stay here. Just take some time to calm down.” Taking my hand again, he slipped the ring back onto my finger and gently pressed a kiss to the back of my hand. “This ring means a lot to us. I’ll get you a diamond ring later,” he said tenderly. I flung the ring straight at the wall. His expression darkened instantly. “The more I try to soothe you, the worse you get. I’ve spoiled you too much.” As the ring hit the floor with a sharp clink, Liam walked out of the house. My gaze followed the ring as it rolled on the floor, and old memories began to surface. “Darling, I don’t have any money right now, but I made this ring for you.” Although his hands were scraped raw, he did not seem to care at all. His eyes shone as if I were his whole world. “Darling, once I make it in life, I’ll give you a villa and an unforgettable wedding.” He did succeed. He became a rising star in the pharmaceutical industry and achieved financial freedom. He also fulfilled most of his promises, except that there was someone else in his villa. I was no longer interested in any of it. Chapter 3 “Dr. Quayle, how have you lost so much weight?” The medical intern, Micah Calloway, handed me a cup of coffee and sat beside me. I touched my face to discover he was right. My cheeks had hollowed out noticeably. But there was no way I was going to tell anyone the real reason. “I’ve been on a diet lately,” I said. He suddenly leaned closer and startled me. “Dr. Quayle, you’re already perfect. You don’t need to lose any weight!” His breath brushed lightly across my cheek, making me a little uncomfortable. Thankfully, he leaned back a second later. “I’ve got to get back to my shift.” Micah trudged downstairs with a dramatic sigh. I could not help but smile as I watched his retreating figure. It reminded me of my own internship days. It was nice to be young. Just then, a nurse called me. “Dr. Quayle, Bianca Dane is looking for you.” After draining the last of my coffee, I let out a sigh. I did not wish to see her, but professional ethics left me no choice. I had to meet my husband’s mistress. Even in a hospital gown, Bianca looked anything but disheveled. “Miss Dane, are you experiencing any discomfort?” I refused to let my personal feelings affect my work, even if the woman in front of me was Liam’s mistress. She showed no embarrassment whatsoever as she asked in concern, “Dr. Quayle, am I going to lose my figure after this? I’m worried it’ll affect things between my hubby and me.” “Since you had a C-section, it shouldn’t affect you much. You’ll recover within a few months.” Only then did she smile in satisfaction and extend her hand toward me. “Isn’t it gorgeous, Dr. Quayle? My hubby bought it for me!” I gave a noncommittal nod. “I was worried the C-section scar would scare my hubby, but he said…” As she spoke, Bianca began to chuckle. “Miss Dane, if you’re not experiencing any discomfort, please leave. I have other patients to see,” I said with a frown. Her shoulders stopped shaking, and a triumphant smile spread across her face. “He said I gave him a son, so this scar is a mark of honor. “Let me tell you a secret, Dr. Quayle. My hubby is tired of his first wife. He says she’s aging and no longer attractive. She’s almost forty.” Then, she covered her mouth dramatically. “Dr. Quayle, you’re almost forty, too! Does your husband still sleep with you?” I glanced at the phone she had been keeping pressed against the desk before removing my white coat. Bianca looked confused. “Dr. Quayle, what are you doing?” “You’re Bianca Dane, right? You were recording this, weren’t you?” I leaned back in my chair with my arms crossed. Chapter 4 For the first time since entering, Bianca showed a real emotional reaction. Her eyes widened in disbelief. “Are you trying to provoke me so that you can record me hitting you? How low can you get?” I gave her a once-over. “Did your manager send you to some cheap acting school or something?” Bianca slammed her hand on the table and pointed at me. “You old hag, what are you talking about? Watch your mouth!” I recalled the background report my friend had pulled on her yesterday. All I could conclude was that some men really did have a “savior complex” hardwired into them. “Am I wrong? You’ve been selling yourself for a long time, haven’t you? But now, you’ve found a better buyer.” Bianca stood up so fast her chair screeched. “You old hag, know your place and divorce him already!” I gestured toward the door. “Get out.” After she left, I sent the divorce agreement to Liam. He received it but did not respond. I did not care. If he wanted to drag things out, so could I. I just did not know how long Bianca could hold out. For the next two days, Bianca behaved herself and caused no trouble. That morning, as soon as I arrived at the hospital, I heard shouting outside my office. “It’s all because of that unethical doctor, Serena Quayle. She caused my child’s developmental delay. She’s a quack!” The entrance was packed with patients and family members. I pushed through the crowd and found Bianca carrying her baby. She was sobbing dramatically. “Bianca, have you lost your mind?” Her hair was disheveled as she rushed at me, still clutching her child. “You’ll pay for my son!” Fortunately, Micah grabbed her in time before she could knock me over. “What’s going on?” I asked a nurse, frowning. The nurse pulled me aside and lowered her voice. “The baby’s sucking reflex is weak, which can be a sign of developmental delay.” “She’s trying to pin that on me?” Bianca snapped and almost went hysterical. “It’s you! You’re jealous of me, so you sabotaged me on purpose. Just you wait! My hubby will be here any minute.” Micah shot back, “Dr. Quayle is highly skilled and extremely professional. She would never do something like that!” The next moment, Liam stormed over. He shouted, “Where’s the doctor who delivered the baby?” Bianca pointed at me. “Honey, it’s her!” Before I could speak, Liam kicked me in the lower abdomen. I was thrown back more than a yard. He lunged forward and grabbed at my mask. “I’ll show everyone what this quack doctor looks like!” As he tore my mask off, our eyes met. Liam stared at me in shock with his eyes wide. “Darling, what are you doing here?”